Monthly Archives: July 2009

The Westindian Community Receives Assistance

My school, Pedro J. Sosa, founded in 1933,
was one of the schools at the center of the
storm of racial persecution by their own
teachers against children of Westindian
descent.

The 1946 laws, reinforcing the exclusionary and rejecting policies of the 1941 Constitution, could not be clearer. Schools were a business and Westindians were not at all welcomed as businessmen. Nor were they organized enough to gain the economic power to meet the requirements individually. As I’ve noted before, this was a time when there were no banks and the Banco Nacional was basically off limits to Westindians. At any rate, the $15,000 required to start any business was certainly not available to open any English School. Continue reading

Harassment Against the Prohibited Immigrants

The image was taken from a special issue of
The Panama Tribune which highlighted the
achievements of some of the more well known
Westindian English Teachers in our community
during the ’40′s.

With my head resting on the desk sitting beside a classmate I could not confide my most inner feelings to, I closed my eyes trying to blot out the memory of the incident in fifth grade when the teacher had unmercifully torn up my masterpiece of an essay. Continue reading

The Case for Admittance to Spanish Schools Mounts

President Juan Demostenes Arosemena
1879-1939
Image

Although there was no outwardly organized movement to maintain Westindian children segregated in Panama public schools many Westindian parents were reacting in fear of what could occur during those trying times of racial tensions, which seemed to run in cycles, and they would keep their families locked up inside their areas of control. Continue reading

The Panamanian News Media Speaks Out Against Racism

The famous Norman Rockwell painting
that underscored the highly charged school
desegregation issue in the U.S. Panama was
dealing with the problem long before with the
case of the Westindian children.


The meeting between Westindian parents and the Spanish teachers in my school, Pedro J. Sosa, it seemed, was only just the beginning in the battles against racism in our schools here in Panama. The battle cry went out amongst all Black parents that were having difficulties with harassment from school authorities regarding the acceptance of their children in publicly funded schools. Continue reading

The Christmas Reprobate and Scoundrel

Image

“Georgie Porgie pudding and pie, kissed the girls and made them cry.  When the boys came out to play, Georgie Porgie ran away.”


My irritation and the rashness in my attitude made me take a step closer to her as she, becoming uncomfortable with my approach, started to say, “No, no!” Suddenly, it was done, I’d kissed her on the cheek and she started to cry profusely. Her tears immediately made me regret my thoughtlessness, as the rest of our committee came to see what had occurred. Continue reading

“I Spent Time Just Like this with My Father”

A typical bush scene in Pacora.
Image.


Although my father had taken ship and had pretty much left my life for the rest of my childhood, I was still the thirteen year old kid in search of those all important “good memories” of him. As cruel and heartlessly as he had acted with me, I could not help but reflect fondly upon my father. He possessed some qualities that were worthy and dignified to be useful to a growing man child as the year 1949 approached marking the end of an eventful decade as much for my people in Panama as for myself. Continue reading